We all think about our possible pasts and what could have been. My past seems to like to come and visit me. It’s fine. I enjoy the company.
Went to two birthday parties the other night. Was hoping for an earlier night than actually happened.
Took a quick trip out west to quiet my head. I’m glad I went.
My son’s teacher and guidance counselor called me up the other day. I knew they would, eventually.
Had some pretty horrific news from an old friend of mine. Trying to sort it all out in my head.
The death of someone I met just once put me into this introspective spiral recently.
We didn’t leave the restaurant until they turned on the lights. I also put up a Christmas tree. It was a good week, as my weeks go.
Been at the altar of my old gods again. My familiar demons are familiar.
I went to a party on a ship the other night with some friends. It reminded me of my old life from years ago.
I caught the Ali Wong Milk and Money show around the way the other night, completely by random.